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The Littlest Landscaper
It was about 5 years ago now that my then lawn maintenance guy (aka "landscaper") decided to get out of the business and told me he was going to refer me to a fellow of his who would do a good job for me.
Taking him at his word, and not wanting to have to go through searching the yellow pages and finding a replacement, I agreed.
A couple days later I got a call on my cell phone.
"Hi, I'm Jerry," the voice said. "Johnny asked me to call you about taking over for him.
"Oh, yeah," I sort of mumbled, confused as to who/what... I have a buddy named John, but never thought of him as "Johnny"...and what was he going to "take over for him"?? Then it registered.
"Oh,... Hi, Jerry," I brightened.
"Could I come over today or tomorrow to meet you and have you show me what you might expect?"
"Ummmm...sure..." I answered. His voice sounded kind of typical for the local area. It was definitely male but still had a rather young timbre to it.
"What would be good for you?" he asked.
"Well.... I'm busy today, but I should be here around three o'clock tomorrow."
"Perfect," he responded. "I may be a few minutes early or late ... you know this business isn't an 'exact science'. Is that okay?"
"Sure," I answered. I should be home by about 2:30 or 2:45. So anytime after that."
"Great!" he said. "See you then."
The next day I was home by 2:40 and waiting. About 10 minutes later, a pickup truck pulled into my driveway and the driver got out.
I happened to be walking through the living room at the time, so I actually witnessed it. As the driver's door opened, I saw a cute, little guy get out - surely no more than 5'6". My first reaction was, "damn he's awful young!" Then I got a whole new feeling. He just looked sooooo cute and little bear-like - even though he was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and I had no idea how much hair might be there -- but there was something about him that gave me the urge to hug him. He seemed...well... just incredibly cuddly.
I went to the door and opened it just before he rang the bell.
"Hi, I'm Jerry," he introduced himself with a big smile.
"Hi, I'm Peter Conklin," I replied, holding back the urge to open the door and just squeeze him.
"You want to show me what you need, or expect?" he got right to business.
I opened the screen door and stepped onto the front deck and started to lead him around the house.
"As you can see, I don't have much grass...but it does need to be trimmed. Other than that, this house is surrounded by trees. There are those big holly trees behind you, which kill anything under them ...and lose their leaves mostly in the spring. There are these pine trees (one actually growing through the front deck) that drop needles all year long - including on the roof, which you'll need to clear off a couple times a year. When we walk around back, you'll see most of the rest are cedars and they loose the little needles all year as well."
Continuing our circle, I pointed out, "My back yard is totally covered by the deck there and the hot tub and its platform. ...and then there are the trees on the adjoining lots and behind me that add to the droppings. ..oh, and yes, the damned English ivy that has taken over the woods around me and is constantly trying to get to the house!! You're job will mostly be leaf - or needle - blowing, a little grass trimming, and weed whacking that damned ivy back to the property lines!!!"
"Looks easy enough," he responded. Then he asked, "How often?"
"I don't think there is need for a regular schedule. I didn't have one with Johnny. I just called him when I felt it was needed."
"That's okay," he answered.
"Look..." I sort of mumbled with my head down. "My first reaction when I saw you was to ask why you aren't in school today?"
He just chuckled and, looking down himself, he continued, "I'm actually 22 and been out of school for almost 5 years. I got into this business because my father died and I'm now helping support my mother who has MS, so I couldn't go to college, although I am a part- time student at the county college."
Now I felt like a rotten bastard !! "Oh," was about the best I could say.
"Look Mr. Conklin," he continued, "here is my cell number. Just call me when you need me to come by."
.....and that was a good 5 years ago. He's been dropping by when I call, and has now expanded to a new, bigger truck with a name on the doors, and he has two full-time workers. He's still sooooo damned cute I want to hug him everytime I see him.
Okay... where's the story?????
It was when he was here last month and after he and his crew had finished clearing away the leaves and needles, cut back the ivy, and I was paying him, I blurted out "thanks for the blow job".
He turned bright red, looked down, and I thought "oh, fuck!! you did it!! he is going to run like a freight train into the night!!"
Then he looked up and chuckled. "I guess you could call it that," he said. "That's okay," he continued. "I call it that to myself a lot, although you're the first of my customers to say it to me."
"I hope you weren't offended," I countered. "I just slipped out."
"No offense," he responded. "Call me when you need another 'blow job'."
Well, fall has come and the leaves, needles and whatever other crap .. have fallen - by the freakin' ton! So I gave him a call last week to come by when he could.
He called back to say that he could be here on Monday at 8am.
Sure enough at 8 am I was awakened by the sound of leaf blowers revving up in both the front and back of my house. I got up and looked out. His two workers were out there although I didn't see Jerry himself.
One of his guys is a thin white kid with a scraggly beard, the other is an also thin, but a hispanic, or latino, guy. Neither of them really seemed very attractive to me until the latino guy was blowing my back deck and I was in my family room where I could see a very prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. He was taller than most of his peers and had a very pronounced, romanesque nose. Hmmm... what do they say about noses and cocks ???
As he worked his way across to the driveway side of my house, I heard the other guy coming around from the front to the driveway.
Then they met just in front of my parked SUV, still waving the blower nozzles all over. That's when the white guy reached over and grabbed a handful of latino basket. I damned near shit!! OH BOY!!! Was this going to get interesting.
The two of them then 'blew' their way back onto the rear deck and off the steps down by the hot tub. There are woods behind my house and on the south side. The hot tub is on the north and the house there is strictly a 'summer house', so no one is there this time of year. Apparently, those boys had this figured out, because as they got next to the hot tub .. they started to grope each other and pretty soon had two cocks out.
I have to say the "nose indicator" was accurate for the latino guy. He had a very nice long, thin, uncut cock - maybe 7". The white kid was also surprisingly well endowed with a long, thin, cut cock. It too was about 7".
By now I had moved into my bedroom which has a window overlooking the hot tub and I had a great view. Staying back at the edge, I was able to watch without being seen myself.
They were trading hand-jobs and sucks, then both turned toward the back wall of the house and jerked off to a synchronized orgasm. Hot pearly cum was being shot out of both cockheads onto the foundation of my house there. Then they turned to each other and gave a bit of spooge to each other's cock before they briefly docked, leaned forward and quickly kissed.
I reached down, grabbed my cock, jerked it about 3 times and unloaded a major series of shots onto the glass of my window. Then as they moved off to opposite sides of the house, I grabbed a condom out of my night stand and went out the back door and recovered some of their still warm cum into the condom "for later". (yes... I'm a pervert... I love to take a condom full of cum and use it to jerk off in. You ever tried that ??? as they say... "if not, don't knock it")
A little bit later, I was looking out the front window where the white kid was still loading leaves onto a tarp and dragging them out into the woods behind my house, when I saw Jerry coming across the yard to help. As the two went into the woods, I saw the kid reach over and grab a handful of Jerry's crotch.
I had two thoughts... "OMG... he's a horny fuck!" and "OMG... he just groped his boss!" Then the third one emerged. "He groped that hot boy!!! And 'hot boy' didn't slap his hand away. And .. that means... 'hot boy' ... that cuddly little devil... was into games."
When they came back out of the woods, I opened the front door and hollered, "Hey, Jerry, can you come here a minute?"
"Sure," he answered and started for the door.
"C'mon in," I said. Actually this was the first time he had ever come inside my house. Up to this point everything was done on the front deck or out in the yard.
He seemed a little reluctant at first, like he thought he might be trespassing or something.
...but I stood back and held the door for him.
When he was inside, I closed the door.
He looked like he was almost scared. Like he thought I was going to hit him with an axe or something.
Well... it wasn't an axe ... just something.
Looking him straight in the eyes, I said, "Last time you were here, I thanked you for the 'blow job'... this time I'm going to let you say 'thank you'."
He looked at me quizzically and started to sputter ... "Hunnnh? Whatcha mean?.."
"Look... if your 'boys' can get each other off in my backyard, and one of them can get a handful of your 'junk'... well..." and with that I grabbed my own handful.
Before he could make a move or even get any words out, I knelt down, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out through the fly of his y- fronts.
Funny thing...it was at least half-hard, and five seconds later as it was in my mouth, it was 20-something rigid!!!
I sucked on it for about 30 seconds while I also pulled his jeans down to his ankles. Then I backed off momentarily as I pulled his white briefs down there as well.
"Lie down on the sofa," I ordered. "Right behind you."
He didn't say a word, he just back shuffled and then flopped back on the sofa....and I was back on his cock like a fly on honey. My hands went under his shirt and began to rub his chest, zeroing in on his nipples. My tongue was going wild all over his six cut inches of sweet meat. It wasn't a real challenge, just soooo damned ripe 'n ready.
I reached down and pulled his right boot off and then extricated his right leg from the jeans and briefs. Lifting that leg, I moved my mouth down to his nicely loose ball sac and took his right nugget into my mouth. I also had my goatee covered chin digging into his perineum. He just moaned and bucked his hips up.
I switched to his left ball and continued to work my chin. He bucked higher.
"Awwwwwww... fuck!" he finally managed speech.
"Awwwwwww...shittttttt..... Mr. C.... we shouldn't...."
"Wrong!! Why shouldn't we? You are soooo fucking tasty, and I'm guessing horny as well ... and I have wanted to do this for 5 freakin' years!!!! Why not?!?!"
"'cause ... 'cause... ohhhhh, fuckkkkk .... Suck my balls!" he moaned.
With that, I pulled both of them into my mouth and really started to chow down. Then I released them and worked my way back up the underside of his shaft until I was able to get my lips up and over the glans and slide them back down to where I had my nose buried in his tight little pubes.
I started to move up and down his shaft with my lips tightened and my tongue working around the head and spending extra time on the corona and in the little 'v' on the bottom of the head. He began to thrust up and down matching my movements.
My right hand was rubbing his chest and nips and down his abs. I moved my left hand to his balls, and feeling the slick slobber of my earlier attention to his balls, I rubbed my left middle finger into the goo and then moved it back behind the balls until it was rubbing on his tight star of a pucker.
"Ohhhhh... fuckkkkkkk.... Mr. C..... Awwwwwwww mannnnnn.... Ohhhhhhh keep that up...and I'm gonna cum!!!"
I managed an "unhhhhunhh" with my mouth full of sweet young ready-to-shoot cock.
"It's gonnnnaaaaa .... It's gonnnnnnaaaaaa ..... oooooooohhhh ngggggggg.. nnggggg... Awwwwwwwwwww Fucccckkkkkkkkkk"! he shouted as he jammed his cock up into my mouth and my finger shoved home into his hole.
His body went rigid as his back and ass arched up off the sofa. He was in the head and heels only position as his wonderful member went harder, wider, and hotter ... and then unleashed a torrent of hot young man's jizm into my throat.
I swallowed as fast as I could as my finger jammed deeper until it found his hot spot and rubbed it over and over again.
He went totally silent. I think he lost the power of speech at that point. He just stayed in his arched position and his cock spasmed over and over as it pumped more juice than I ever expected out of a little guy like him.
I gave up trying to drink it all. I was just letting it drain out of my mouth onto his balls ..and, yes, the sofa... Fuck! I can scrub the cushion later!! I just wanted him to have what I thought might be the 'cum of his life'.
When he stopped shooting and I had drained his balls, I rolled off my knees and sat back on the floor next to him. My right hand was still rubbing the front of his body, but now also went down his thighs to his knees.
He just lay there with his eyes closed as his breathing began to return to normal.
Leaning forward toward his head, I finally asked, "Are you okay?"
With that he opened his eyes and turned his face toward me.
"Oh... I'm more than 'okay'... thank you. I'm fucking delirious."
It dawned on me... I'd never heard him say much more than "what do you need today" or "we're through"... or "sixty-five dollars" certainly never a word like "delirious". I was both surprised and pleased that he had a real vocabulary.
That's when he added, "by the way, I'm graduating next month and I have a 'real job' lined up. I'm selling this business, but I think you'll like Nat, the guy I'm selling it to. He already knows my boys ...and apparently you know about them. So I don't think you are going to have much of a 'break in period', if you get my meaning.... Oh, yes... Juan is a top and Rich is a bottom."
"Gotcha," was about all I could say. Then, of course, I added "Guess I'll have to get to know Juan a bit better" ... then thought and asked, "how much do I owe you for today?"
"Make it fifty dollars," he answered.
"NO!" I countered. "It's never been less than sixty-five. Don't let pleasure interfere with business. Here's seventy-five. That extra ten is not for you, it's for your 'boys' and what they did for me - and us - today."
"Thanks," he said, "and here's my new cell number. Maybe...??..."
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